Guarded Intentions || Lucy and Rabadash
She had not her sister’s exotic eyes and instead possessed a chin that was altogether too headstrong, yet he sought news, any news, on the current state of Cair Paravel and Narnia in general. He did not consider it beneath him to engage her attention, for she was somehow royal and would be quite an asset with her connection to the Narnian throne (however convoluted such a connection was, with all the other monarchs that seemed to always inhabit the palace).
Moreover, she had once offered a kind word to him when others would not. It had been spoken out of pity (and how he despised that sentiment) and during that episode of his life which he vowed never to remember, but it was nonetheless testament to the naive cordiality of her character.
When the lull in music hinted at the beginning of a new song, Rabadash slipped in front of the girl and bowed elegantly. “Queen Lucy of the Glistening Eastern Sea,” he greeted her upon straightening with an expression of quiet intensity, “I would be honored if I could have this dance.”